Falling: A Sexy Alpha Romance Collection

Five o’clock rolls around and I’m waiting p

atiently to be picked up. Jett hasn’t called, and I hate to admit I’m disappointed. But perhaps when he said he’d call, he meant within the next few days. I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt, even though Erin told me he’s a player. I’ve spent the afternoon trying not to think about him, but I can’t get him out of my mind. And it’s put me in a bad mood. Not the fact he didn’t call, but rather, the fact he’s gotten under my skin.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my door. Time to get this show on the road.

As we drive to the venue, butterflies form in my stomach. I’ve been trying to avoid thinking about how nervous I am, but now that we’re nearly there, I can’t ignore it any longer. Fuck, I hope I don’t let them down. That would definitely not be a foot in the door.

Turns out the concert is at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre which only intensifies my nervousness. They must be a successful band to be performing here.

Why the fuck did they request me?

The driver pulls into a closed off carpark and lets me out where I’m greeted by a security guard. I tell him my name, and he radios the information to someone else. A moment later he lets me in, giving me directions as to where to go.

There are people everywhere, all hurrying around me as I head off in the direction he indicated. My phone buzzes with a message, and I pull it out of my bag to check it.

Michael: Kick ass babe xx

Me: Thanks. Will do, otherwise I’m kicking your ass for getting me into this shit.

Michael: I’m leaving town. Didn’t I tell you?

Me: All good. I can hunt you down.

I shove my phone back in my bag and am still thinking about Michael a couple of minutes later when I spot a familiar face at the end of the corridor I’m in.

What the hell?

Jett?

I do a double take and realise it really is him. He’s watching me with an intensity that sends desire through me. I want him, there’s no denying it.

I walk to where he is. “You requested me?”

His intense stare doesn’t waver as he answers me. “I had to be sure I’d see you again.”

I’ve never had a man look at me the way he does. It’s want, need, and hunger all wrapped up in appreciation, and I want to bask in it forever. I never want him to stop looking at me like that. And I sure as hell don’t want him to ever look at any other woman like that. Shit, jealousy has reared its ugly head, and I don’t even have a reason to be jealous. I’m fucked if I ever do, and if I date him, I’m sure I’ll have plenty of reasons.

“Did you think I’d not make good on my promise of a date?”

“Wasn’t taking any chances,” he murmurs as his eyes shift to look behind me.

“Hey, Presley,” a voice behind me says and I turn my head to find Hunter looking at me.

“Hi, Hunter.”

“So, you’re gonna photograph us tonight, huh?” he says.

“It would seem so,” I answer him but move my gaze back to Jett. He’s watching me again with that intense look. His body is tense, and he seems to be on edge a little. I’m not sure why.

“Can’t wait to see what you come up with.” He gives me a warm smile and lifts his chin at Jett before leaving us.

“Do you really want me to take photos?” I ask Jett, unsure of his intentions.

“Hell, yes. I asked around about you and have heard amazing things about your photography.”

“Who’d you ask?” I’m keen to know who recommended me.

“I asked a photographer we’ve worked with before. Shane Nichols. You heard of him?”